...Our
days were spent wandering around the camp  going to raves under
the mid-day sun and sheltering ourselves in the huge cafe during the rain.
We biked out to see some of the large sculptures in the desert and got
caught in a sand storm. After first attempting to bike back, we gave up
and sat on the floor covering our eyes and heads. After 5 minutes of that,
we got bored and pushed our bikes back in what we thought was the right
direction. Slowly, some wooden art structures became visible and then
vanished again  and then reappeared. All of a sudden, a figure appeared,
walking out of the dust storm best described as a naked, middle-aged
man with a pot-belly. He strolled nonchalantly along and then vanished
back into the swirls of sand...